Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Window Poem

Ahead of me I see the tops of homes surrounding my own.
I see the street lights when they're on and when they're off.
To My left, my television sits. Waiting for me to play a movie or video game.
As I look out today, a house is burning to the ground.
Sometimes I yearn to see more, always end up seeing the same thing.
The sun is setting, leaving an orange glow across the other homes.
I can barely see the field in the distance.
I can almost make out the form of a calf, waiting all alone for it's mother.

1 comment:

  1. I like the imagery in that last line. This also reminds me when I did look out my front window in the middle of the night to see my neighbors' house burning down. We had slept through most of it...

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